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You make your way to your bedroom, taking note of Jungkook's shut door. You pause, feeling a bit ashamed of what you let happen, what you let him see, and thinking maybe you should apologize sooner rather than later. You've got your fingers on the handle when something darts out and grabs your wrist. A hand clamps over your mouth and you're pulled backward into your bedroom.
You're roughly spun around, but you relax the moment your brain registers the face of your roommate. He drops his hand from your mouth, giving you only seconds to take in the fucked out expression on his face, pupils blown wide, before he's pushing you against the door, forcing it shut.
He presses into you, caging you with his body, and stares you down with a fierceness and need so strong it threatens to make your legs give out. He leans in, lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours, and you breathe out a shaky, “Jungkook.”
“Noona,” he starts, the title sounding absolutely sinful as it rolls of his tongue.
You turn your head to the side, unable to meet the heat of his gaze head-on for a moment longer. He takes the opening to lower his face to your neck and you swallow hard at the way his nose and lips just barely brush against the sensitive skin there. He braces his arm against the wall and shifts his weight to the other foot before inhaling deeply at the crook of your neck and moaning.
You bring a palm up to rest on his chest, partly to steady yourself as you grow lightheaded, “Jungkook, what are you - “
“Did you know I can hear you when you touch yourself at night?” He cuts you off, shifting his weight back again, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His breath is hot and heady as it fans across your face and you can't help the way your mouth falls open at his words. ”I never come harder than when I'm listening to you, noona.”
You catch the way his free hand is moving in your peripheral, but you don't dare look down. Instead, you finally force yourself to look back up at him through your lashes, whimpering at the way he draws his bottom lip through his teeth with a breathy, “Fuck.”
Jungkook reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear before moving to cup you by the back of your neck. You can't seem to find your voice as you watch his eyes scan your face, searching, but you're not sure what for.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you? No idea how hard it is to live with you?” He presses his forehead to yours, gaze boring into you, “It was bad enough before I moved in. You’re always so cute and flirty with everyone. You don’t even realize when you’re doing it, do you?”
He licks his lips and moans. “Or when Jimin and Hoseok would throw parties and you’d show up in one of those tight little dresses? All eyes were on you, baby.”
He hisses through his teeth, “But then I moved in and you’re everywhere, all the time and fuck, noona, when we're home and it's just you and me? When you let down your guard and just let yourself be you?”
Jungkook lets out another small moan, “The way you sing and dance around when you think no one’s watching, the sexy rasp to your voice when you first wake up, the way you laugh and smile, as if it's just for me… Y/N, I can't get you out of my mind, even when I'm fucking someone else, and it's driving me insane. You’re in the air I breathe and fuck, I could drown in you and still want more.”
There's a new roughness lacing his words that makes your spine tingle, “And god damn, do I wish the first time I got to see you come it wasn't because you were getting finger-fucked by Kim Taehyung and Park fucking Jimin on my own damn couch.”
You bite your lip and shut your eyes tightly, trying desperately to ignore the renewed heat pooling between your legs as you attempt to gain back the ground he's stolen from you. His words are so tempting, but you know Jungkook - know and love him regardless - and you don't want to be another notch on his belt if he doesn't mean them.
He sees the uncertainty on your face and takes a step back, one palm still firmly planted by your head, but giving you some space. When you open your eyes you find your resolve cracks almost instantly; the way his pupils are blown so wide is intoxicating and there's something beyond the arousal there that makes your heart ache.
You feel yourself caving, but offer him a challenge instead, desperate to turn the tables a little and get answers to the questions you're asking yourself.
“Don't play games you can't finish, little boy, ” you scold, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your hands are shaking as you call his bluff.
But Jungkook isn't bluffing.
He narrows his eyes, pushing back into you and practically growls his response, ”Mmm, little boy, noona?”
He reaches behind your head again and you can't help but whimper - in pleasure and pain - when he fists your hair and pulls, forcing you to look up at him. “I'm not a young boy anymore, noona.” He grinds his long, hard length right between your thighs and you keen, “And I sure as fuck ain't little.”
He cocks his head to the side, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth, “So if you want to play, Y/N, I can play.” He swallows, hard, and you catch slightest hint of doubt in his voice, ”Do you want me to fuck you, noona?”
You want to jump him then and there, but after the night you'd had and the way he's been going on, you want to make him sweat first. “I don't know, Jungkook,” you lie.
You reach up to thread your fingers through his hair and he instantly leans into the touch. ”Tell me what you imagine when you think about me.”
He groans lewdly into your neck and you delight in the subtle blush coloring his ears. You push him further, giving a little incentive, “I want to watch you touch yourself when you tell me.”
“You really gonna do this to me, noona?” He sounds whiny, needy, but you feel his cock twitch against you at the thought.
You smirk, realizing his confidence hasn't waned at all, not really. This is part of the ‘game’ to him and you want to teach him you can play too.
“If you want me, yes.” You pout, “You do want me, don't you?”
He lets his hands fall to your hips, tentatively hooking his thumbs under your shirt and stroking the soft skin there, “Holy fuck, do I want you.”
You lean in toward him this time, taking one from Jimin's book, and letting your lips softly brush against his throat, “How badly do you want me, Jungkook?”
Right as he opens his mouth to answer you run your tongue up his neck to his ear and drag his earlobe through your teeth. He chokes out a pained, “So bad, noona. So fucking bad,” and you feel a new pool of molten heat stirring between your legs.
“Then show me how hard I get you, Kookie.” You brace yourself against the door, pushing your hips forward slightly as you slide your hand down your front and into your panties. You start tracing small circles around your clit, already soaking wet again. “And tell me what you want to do to me when you hear me touch myself at night.”
Jungkook’s jaw clicks shut at the taunt, eyes locking onto the movement under your clothes. You find your breath catching in your throat when he tears his gaze back up and pins you with a look that is practically feral with need; for half a second you think he's gonna spin you around and fuck you right there against the door. If the tick in his jaw is any indication, he thought about it too.
But then he's biting his lip and stepping away. He wastes no time pulling his shirt over his head and fuck you weren’t prepared for that. You know Jungkook works out and you had even accompanied him to the gym a few times, but the sight of him now is mouth-watering. He is strong and lean and you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and lick an upward path from the base of his cock to his abs. You even move to do it, stopping only when his hands dip lower and you hear the sweet fucking sound of a zipper getting tugged down.
You rub your clit faster, fucking aching with anticipation, and quickly spare a glance at his face. If you thought he looked fucked out before, he is absolutely lethal now: meeting your gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, tongue flicking out over his teeth. He lets his eyes dart from you down to his hands before returning to your face. The smirk tugging at his lips is straight up filthy and you can't help but whimper as you feel your gaze pulled lower.
You moan, cunt clenching just looking at him, and you realize Jungkook was right: he sure as hell ain't little - he's fucking huge. You feel your pulse quicken at the thought of taking him, wondering how on earth a cock that long and deliciously thick could even fit inside you without tearing you open.
“You make me so hard it hurts, noona,” he whines, swirling his hand around the head of his cock to collect the precum beading there. He gives his length a few languidly sinful pumps, eyes locked on your face to savor the way you had literally frozen in place at the sight of him.
As flattered as he is at having left you speechless, it’s not enough. He pulls you out of your awestruck - dumbstruck - state, voice soft and pleading. “Please don’t stop touching yourself. I wanna watch you too.”
You feel your face grow hot, hotter than it was, and you’re suddenly very aware that Jungkook is all but naked in front of you and you’re still fully clothed. A new wave of butterflies hits you, but you want to get more out of him, so much more. So you drag your hand from your panties and slowly pull your shirt over your head, avoiding his gaze when you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor.
You hear him moan and instinctively move to cover yourself with your arms, suddenly feeling very self-conscious, but then he’s moving toward you. Jungkook grabs your wrists in his free hand and pins them over your head.
“No, no, no.” he pants, ”You don’t get to hide from me.” He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply. There’s a hoarse desperation to his voice that he doesn’t bother hiding. “Not when I’ve finally got you like this.”
You watch him tongue his cheek as his eyes trail down your bare torso and you can’t help but whimper at the way he looks like he’s going to devour you. He draws his bottom lip through his teeth, letting out another breathy “fuck” as he strokes himself to the sight of you. He keeps on like that for a while, until you’re whining and lifting your hips toward his swollen member, desperate for some friction. His eyes dart back up to meet your gaze at the needy movement and the mischievous glint in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat.
Jungkook leans in, tantalizingly slow, and lets his breath fan out across your throat as he swirls his palm over the head of his cock. The heat of it, the way he’s so close, but not close enough, has you trembling. “Kookie, please.” He starts trailing open mouth kisses across your shoulders and collarbones, down your chest, and you cry out when he runs the flat of his tongue across your breast, letting it catch on your nipple to flick at the sensitive bud.
You’re desperately trying to free your wrists from his grip, but he tightens his hold on you. A pathetic whine escapes your lips, making him chuckle darkly in to your other breast. You’d be stomping your foot in frustration if the vibrations from his chest weren’t heightening the pleasure of his lips closing around your nipple. He’s got you melting into him as he’s licking and sucking and dragging you through his teeth. You throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut and you greedily take whatever he’ll give you.
If you the coil in your belly wasn’t wound so tight and threatening to snap any moment, you’d be humiliated by the way you choke out, “Jungkook, please, I need more.”
His voice is low and dripping with lust as he pulls away, “You know, I wanted to keep watching you touch yourself, but I think I’ve got a better idea.”
He stops stroking himself to tug both your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion and before you know it he’s slotting his leg between your thighs in a way that lets you grind your aching clit into him as hard or soft as you want. He presses his hips forward, letting the length of his cock just barely brush against your naked stomach, and then he’s thrusting into his hand in time with the roll of your hips.
Jungkook has his head cocked to the side, eyes trained on your face as he tenses and releases the muscles in his thigh, occasionally bouncing his leg up and down to press into you harder. You're mortified by the way he’s got you writhing, the way you’re dripping down your thighs and onto his.
He stutters a few strokes of his cock, watching you grind against him, and then he’s whimpering into your neck, “You look so good, riding my thigh like this, noona.”
In between the moans and growls of pleasure, he’s whispering filthy confessions into your ear, “I think about fucking you all the time, Y/N.” You don’t miss the soft blush dusting his face pink, “I think about it when you’re leaning over the counter working on some new project. I think about it when you’re tiptoeing out the shower in nothing but that pathetic excuse of a towel. I think about it when we’re sitting on the couch together - yeah, that couch, noona - and I realize just how easy it would be to pull you onto my lap and fuck myself into you so long and hard you can’t walk the next day.”
He punctuates the statement by flexing his thigh and grinding his length against you, earning a needy whine as a new bolt of pleasure wracks your spine, “I think about it when I’m buried to the hilt in some other girl, wishing it was you swallowing me whole.”
He nips at you throat, just hard enough for it to hurt, and you realize he's punishing you for what happened earlier in the night, “And I think about it a lot when we’re with the group. Seeing the way they look at you makes me want to bend you over and fuck you right there in front of them.” He grinds his cock against your hips again. “Wanna make you scream for me until your throat is hoarse and burning and my name is the only word you know.”
Suddenly Jungkook is crashing his mouth onto yours, hot and desperate, and not nearly enough before he pulls away again. He rakes his gaze over your naked form, honing in on the way your lips are spread open over his thigh as you grind yourself onto him harder. He releases your bruised, aching wrists and fists his hand in your hair, pressing his forehead to yours and forcing you to return his gaze.
The intensity of his stare has you rolling your hips onto him with new fervor. You’re used to seeing him with wide, doe-like eyes, all sweet, boyish smiles. But right now his eyes are blown pitch black with need, his mouth red and swollen and whispering the filthiest secrets into your lips.
“I listen to you touch yourself when you don’t think I’m home; when you think a locked door is enough to muffle all those sweet sounds you make.” He presses his thigh into you harder, forcing you to take the pleasure he’s giving you. “And when I hear you crying out loud, chasing that sweet end, I think about how pretty you’d look stretched open by my cock and pumped full of my cum.”
His words are so deliciously sinful and you snap, coming before you even knew you were there.
Jungkook realizes what’s happening faster than you do, panting out a shaky, “oh fuck, baby” of his own and grinding his thigh against your dripping cunt for you, letting you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
But then he pulls away without warning and you barely have time to call for help before your legs give out.
“Oh, shit!”
He manages to catch you in time, supporting your weight by wrapping you in his arms, and you want to bury your face in your hands and cry from embarrassment when the panic on his face morphs into laughter at your expense. You barely manage to mumble out a pouty, “Stop it, Kookie.”
Jungkook catches your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him, and your stomach knots at the genuine smile on his face. “Sorry, noona, you’re just so cute.”
You shoot him a look of disbelief, “Cute? You just made me cum all over your fucking leg and you’re calling me cute? After all -”
He presses his mouth to yours, silencing you with his lips and tongue. You sigh into the kiss and a chill tingles your spine when you pull a groan from his throat.
“Yeah, cute.” He pulls you tighter in one arm, the other coming up to rub the back of his neck and he suddenly looks so innocent, so shy you can’t believe this is the same man who’s been tormenting you all night. “I didn’t really want to tell you I almost dropped you on the ground because seeing and feeling you like that almost made me cum.” His ears are red and his smile so fucking sweet, you can’t look away.
“You could’ve, you know,” you start, suddenly feeling painfully awkward, “Cum, I mean.”
His jaw ticks and the look in eyes changes so fast you feel lightheaded, getting whiplash from the complete 180 he’s pulled again. He runs his fingers through your hair, sighing deeply. “No, noona, I couldn’t.”
Your legs are suddenly swept out from under you and you can’t help the tiny squeak of surprise that escapes you. Jungkook carries you over to the bed and the gentle way he puts you down is heavily contrasted by the way he traps your already bruised wrists in his hands. You can’t help but whimper at the sweet ache, but you let him bring your hands over your head once again.
He kisses you, softer this time, and you moan into the languid way his lips caress yours. His words make your breath hitch in your throat, “I’m not cumming tonight unless it’s inside you.” He lets you go, shifting his weight off of you to lay on his side, but he’s close enough that you can feel the hot weight of his cock pressing against you.
“J-Jungkook?” You feel yourself aching for him and your brow knits in confusion, wondering why he moved away.
He’s rubbing himself against you to get some relief, moaning into the dip of your throat, but his next words aren’t the ones you expected, “I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I finally get you, I’m not gonna rush it.” His hands are running up and down your body, teasing at your breasts. “I wanna make you feel good, Y/N. Wanna taste you so fucking bad. Wanna fuck you with my tongue.” He licks up from your neck to your jawline, “Let me eat you, noona, please.”
You pull him to your mouth by his hair and he whimpers into the kiss, hips flexing into you harder. When you pull away, you can’t help but bat your eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet smile and the words he desperately wants to hear, “Can’t say no when you beg me so pretty like that, Jungkook.” You ache at the soft laugh you won. “Let me feel your mouth on me, Kookie.”
The thought of him wanting to taste you so badly has you gnawing at your swollen bottom lip and you could hardly believe the “thank you, noona” he groans into your neck. He doesn’t give you a chance to change your mind, dipping down between your legs and hooking his arms under your thighs to palm your ass and pull your hips closer to his face.
Your body can’t tell if it wants to be fucked open by his tongue or cower in embarrassment at the way he presses his nose into your mound and fucking inhales, slow and deep, a low groan tearing from his throat at the scent of you. You look away, but buck your hips into him, craving more than the heat of his breath on your cunt.
The way Jungkook places open mouth kisses up and down your thighs has a new wave of arousal pooling between your legs. He meets your gaze, beaming up at you through his lashes before nipping the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You gasp at the pain and instinctively start to pull away, but the mischief playing across his face and his gentle laugh has you relaxing into his touch once again. He keeps on teasing you like this, staying true to his word and taking his time, sucking light bruises into your thighs, marking up and down your body with his mouth.
He places one of his hands at the top of your mound, using his fingers to spread your folds open for himself, and then he’s licking up the length of your slit. You arch your back so hard off the bed it hurts, but he holds your hips in place, keeping you pressed firmly to his face. He’s tonguing at your core and the groans and lewd sucking noises he’s making, trying to swallow every drop of you, has you covering your face with one of your arms. He’s eating you like he’s a man starved, like you’re his last meal, and he doesn’t want anything to go to waste.
You’re crying out his name again and again, hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. So he fills you up, pushing the hot, wet muscle of his tongue into you and it’s so obscene you’re keening. He laps at your core for a few moments before pulling away with a groan, “You’re so fucking tight, noona, even for just my tongue.”
You don’t even have time to whimper at this loss before Jungkook is shoving his fingers into you and licking up to that sensitive bundle of nerves at your peak. He sucks your clit into his mouth and catches himself flexing his hips into the bed when you grind yourself onto his face even harder.
His fingers are fucking into you at a relentless pace, his tongue drawing maddening circles over your clit, and you’re so far gone you can barely make out the praises he’s singing between his own moans.
So fucking good, baby. Could come just from this. Want it so bad, noona.
You fist your fingers in his hair, desperately trying to pull him impossibly closer, closer, closer. You look down and the sight of him between your thighs, pupils blown so fucking wide his eyes are black, has you blinded by how hard you’re coming. You moan his name like it’s a prayer on your lips and he doesn’t even give you a chance to come down from your high.
Jungkook is fucking his fingers into you harder than ever, curling up to hit that sensitive spot and the stimulation is too much. You’re clawing at him, tears stinging your eyes as he forces you to chase another peak too soon . The way you’re crying out and writhing only spurs him on more.
You’re coming again before you know it and you nearly black out from how intense you clamp down around him. You hear a low growl, followed by, “oh fuck” and he’s pulling his mouth away from your clit to finger you even harder through your second orgasm.
You slowly come down from your high and let yourself take in his naked form kneeling above you, finding him as rock hard as ever. You trail your gaze up from his cock and find your eyes are blown impossibly wide at the sight of his glistening torso. Your eyes dart up in a panic to find his and you catch him wiping his clean hand over his face.
His face which is absolutely soaked from the nose down in your juices. There’s a huge, embarrassingly smug grin plastered on his face and his nose and eyes scrunch up in delight as he nods his head at you. “You’re a fucking squirter, noona?”
You could die right then and there.
“I-I’ve never… that’s never happened.” You struggle to find your voice, wanting too badly to bury your face in your pillows and never speak to Jeon Jungkook ever again.
He starts trailing feather-light kisses up your body and you jolt, still sensitive from your orgasm. He slips a hand behind your head to fist your hair and the way he runs his tongue up your neck to your jaw has you crying out again. He cups your face with his other hand, cradling you into his kneeling form, and forces you to look at him. His eyes dart around your features, drinking you in. When he speaks his voice is so soft you’re not sure you’re meant to hear it, “So beautiful.”
You wrap your arms around his neck in response, pulling his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it has you moaning into the kiss. He breaks away and you watch his features briefly contort into a snarl as he huffs out a breath of air. You feel yourself ache at the way he somehow looks equally fucked out, yet has been almost completely untouched by you. He reaches between you to give his cock a few long, firm strokes and the most sinful, strangled groan escapes his lips.
“I need to be inside you, Y/N.” It’s as much of a pleading question as it is a declaration of want.
You find yourself nodding your head quickly in response, whimpering out a desperate, “Please fuck me. Please, please fuck me, Jungkook.” He’s already gripping your ass and pulling you against him.
He grabs the base of his cock and looks down between you, slapping his cock against your clit once, twice, three times in rapid succession. It makes you gasp, your orgasms from before still wracking your body with sensitivity. You angle yourself so your slit is spread open against his length and start rolling your hips against him and you’ve got him keening in response.
Jungkook puts a stop your assault by pushing you backward onto the mattress and fuck does he look divine above you. “How do you want it, noona?” He’s panting and you don’t miss the way his hands are shaking with anticipation. “I can fuck you hard or I can fuck you gently, but I need you to pick something, now.”
“However you want me most, Kookie.” You beam up at him, but then you see the muscles in his jaw tighten and the reignited fire in his eyes has you wondering if you made a mistake.
His words are strained, uttered through clenched teeth, “Pick a safeword.”
Your eyes widen, unsure if you’re ready for the full extent of what you’re getting yourself into, and it takes you a few moments to pick one. Then you’ve got it. Your lips curl up into a sweet, teasing smile as you try to ease the tension in the air and the safeword tumbles out of your mouth before you can chicken out, “Jimin.”
You cackle at the dumbfounded expression that briefly plays across his face, but your laughter is cut short when he’s rising from the bed, gripping your ankles hard, and pulling you along with him, jaw clenched taut. A second, sharper tug and your ass is halfway hanging off the bed. He keeps a firm, almost painful grip on your ankles and spreads you open so he can line his cock up with your entrance. “You sure that’s a good idea, noona?”
You’re about to tease him further when he jerks you down and slams his hips forward, bottoming out inside you in one hard thrust. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, trapping your thighs to his chest with strong arms, and leans over you. He’s folding you in half, the new angle helping him push even deeper inside you.
The burning stretch of him as your cunt desperately tries to accommodate him has already got you whining and he clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he starts rocking into you. His next words are dripping with promise and it makes your spine tingle, “I’m gonna ruin you.”
You feel him completely pull out and you instinctively flex your hips up towards him, ignoring the ache in your muscles as you desperately, desperately try to fuck yourself onto his cock again. And then, before you know it, he’s slamming back into you, hard.
He keeps at it, setting a relentless pace as he fucks you open and hits parts of you you didn’t even know you had. The position lets him roll his pelvis into your clit while he pounds you and between all that and the sounds - his moaning and filthy promises, the sound of his balls and thighs slapping against you - you’re screaming into his palm.
The way he bites the sensitive spots on your neck and shoulders, followed by the soothing licks of his tongue has you keening. “So fucking tight, so fucking good.” He peppers the skin up and down your throat with bruises, sucking hard into the flesh, making sure his mouth has left marks on you.
Jungkook has his eyes trained on your face when he drags his hand from your mouth to your throat and your face contorts in a mix of fear and pleasure. He releases the pressure just as it starts to be too much and you’re gasping between moans. The rush of fresh air to your lungs ignites an even stronger wave of pleasure in your brain and before you know it you are clamping down on Jungkook’s cock, unable to hold back the loud, embarrassingly lewd moans that escape you.
You’re crying out his name while he fucks you through the waves of pleasure wracking your body and suddenly he chokes, “Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” He ruts into you impossibly faster and harder, making you scream as you come down from the throes of your orgasm.
He fists your hair and pulls your face to his as your walls pump him to his end, and he’s growling, “Look at me.”
You do as commanded, feeling as if you’re drowning in the smoldering heat of his gaze. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, and so you beg, “Please come for me, Kookie. I need you to come for me.”
You clench around him when you feel his hot cum staining your walls, filling you up, and you feel a very familiar knot coiling in your belly as you listen to his sobs of pleasure and the way he cries out your name again and again.
Jungkook slows inside you, riding out his high through deliciously languid thrusts. You press your lips to his and he is whimpering, cock twitching inside you as you squeeze him for everything he has. He cups your face and sighs into your mouth, mumbling out a whiny, broken praises.
“You’re so fucking good, baby. So beautiful like this.” He’s still moving in you, still grinding his pelvis into your clit and you’re trembling at the overstimulation. You push up on your elbows and slide your legs down his arms, trying to pull away from him, but he drops his hands to your hips and tugs you back onto him.
“Jungkook, please, it’s too much.” You stare up at him, bewildered, and he meets you with another maddeningly smug grin. “How are you still hard?”
He drags you down the mattress so your feet are resting on the floor and flips you over onto your stomach, before knotting his hand in your hair and yanking you up. The angle arches your back, so fucking hard, and his height forces you onto your tiptoes, making you relying entirely on him for balance.
You’re helpless to stop him as Jungkook begins fucking you again, oversensitivity forcing increasingly desperate moans from both of you. He slides his free hand down your front to rest on your mound and you begin sobbing as he strokes your abused clit. His voice is low and hoarse, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard anything more sinful than the things that have left this boy’s mouth tonight, “I’ve got so much more to give you, Y/N.”
You claw at his thighs, pull at your hair, and beg, beg, beg him to stop, that it’s too much, that you can’t take it. But Jungkook his nipping at your jaw, tonguing your neck, and pleading with you in a voice so needy you can’t bring yourself to use your safeword; can’t bring yourself to say another man’s name while he’s destroying you.
“Just give me one more, baby, just one more.” He hastens his pace, both inside you and on your clit, and you can feel you’re both at your wit’s end with pleasure, “Please, please, please, come with me.”
And you snap as you feel him swell and release inside you, filling you to the brim with cum. When he pulls out you can feel your mingled fluids dripping out your cunt, down his cock and balls, down your thighs.
Jungkook pulls the damp hair clinging to you out of the way and kisses the side of your face, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. He whispers in your ear, so quiet you can barely hear even with him so close, a repetition from earlier that has you aching for him in an entirely different way.
“I am drowning in you and still want more.”
And then he lets out a heavier sigh, almost a laugh, and you feel him smirking into your skin. You can’t quite make out the expression on his face from the corner of your eye, but you see the way his nose scrunches and eyes crinkle and dread pits in your stomach. You know that look.
“What are you up to, Kookie?”
He fists your hair tighter and yanks you around, keeping you on your tiptoes to ease the burning pain at your scalp, and catches you with an arm around your waist when you begin to fall. His hand slides up your torso, pausing to grope at your breast and give a harsh tweak to your nipple, before cupping you by your jaw and forcing your head toward your open bedroom door.
You let out a strangled sound at the sight, but Jungkook cuts your cry of surprise short by shoving his fingers into your mouth. He licks another hot trail up your neck and spreads your legs wider with his foot.
“Look at how pretty she is dripping with my cum.”
Taehyung groans in response, biting his hand to muffle the noise, and you swallow hard around Jungkook’s fingers when Jimin palms himself over his pants. All three boys have their eyes trained on you, watching, waiting.
You whimper as your abused cunt clenches and Jungkook feels your pulse quicken. He laughs into your neck.
“What was that you said before, noona? Don’t play games you can’t finish?”